Soviet Union 1991

(Second update)

For the old political commissar Valentin, every meeting with Major Mashkov is a torture. ■The person in charge of the military base is his colleague, and he is also a very bureaucratic guy. A genius knows how this fat-brained guy climbed to this position.

Tonight, Mashkov summoned political commissar Valentin in his office. As soon as Valentin entered the door, the other party came up to him with a smile on his face. That smile looked particularly special against his fleshy face. weird. Major Mashkov's belly was so big that even a button could barely cover the fat belly that was about to come out.

"Comrade Political Commissar, please sit down." Mashkov politely asked Valentin to sit down, which made Valentin feel a little uneasy. Every time Mashkov showed such an attitude, it would always be accompanied by bad news. Something happened.

"Tell me, Comrade Mashkov. Do you have anything you want me to tell you?" Valentin didn't bother to talk nonsense with him and just let him get straight to the point. ■▼Anyway, Valentin was in charge of the previous war, and he never counted on the greedy Mashkov.

Mashkov smiled awkwardly and said, "That's it. I hope that you will be fully responsible for the more than one hundred soldiers in the base tonight. I need to go to the rear to see when the army's reinforcements will arrive. arrive."

"Fleeing before the battle?" Valentin slowly calmed down. He looked at Mashkov in front of him with the same indifference as he looked at those Chechen militants.

"What the hell, you misunderstood, Comrade Valentin." Mashkov rubbed his nose in embarrassment, but in his heart he was furious that the conspiracy had been exposed. This major's position was originally the position he had spent and cultivated relationships to get, and now He didn't want to die if something went wrong, and he didn't want to be accused of running away from the battlefield, so he simply let Valentin take over the command of the military base.

Anyway, if everyone dies in the end, then he can still say that he is the only one alive, and maybe he will be assigned to continue to hold official positions elsewhere. ▲If these people did not die in the end and survived, then Mashkov would have collected enough money to hide in the Western world and squander it in his next life.

"Comrade Mashkov, let's get straight to the point." Valentin leaned back on his chair and put on a serious face. He asked, "Just tell me, are you planning to run away from the battle? What do you mean? I won’t embarrass you if it is yes or no. If so, get out as soon as possible, we don’t need a coward like you here!”

"Yes, I just want to prepare to run away. What's wrong?" Since he can't pretend anymore, Mashkov simply tells the truth to Valentin, "Moscow only requires that we must stick to our position until the last person. He also said that reinforcements would arrive soon. Comrade Valentin? One day, two days or one week? Don't forget that our heads will have been cut off by the Chechens who rushed in. How they treated those soldiers in Grozny who were unwilling to surrender!”

"But you are a soldier! It is the bounden duty of a soldier to obey orders!" Valentin angrily shouted. At this moment, he felt that Mashkov had completely ruined the reputation of the Red Army, like the most filthy villain in the movie. ●

"Are you kidding me?" Mashkov snorted coldly. "I'm telling you, Comrade Valentin, what, Long Live the Soviets is bullshit. It is the truth to live first. You shout about fighting for your ideals all day long? It's simply It’s just a fool’s dream, bah.”

Mashkov spat on the ground, stepped on it with his boots and moved it, ruthlessly destroying the things he had sworn to protect.

Valentin took a deep breath and said calmly to Mashkov, "Do you know what the biggest responsibility of the political commissar was during the Great Patriotic War?"

"How do I know? I don't want to know. If you want to stay here, just stay here. I'll leave first." Mashkov turned around and wanted to pick up the coat hanging on the hanger. Valentin stood behind him and said directly He took out his pistol and shot him in the back of the head.

"Bang." A sharp gunshot tore through the calm of the base. A bloody hole was shot through Mashkov's head by a bullet. The splashed blood stained the portrait of Lenin hanging on the wall red. .ww.◆

"The greatest duty of the political commissar is to shoot and kill those cowards who escape from the battlefield." Valentin stared at Mashkov's dead face and said to himself. At this time, the door suddenly opened, and Mashkov's guards rushed in. They saw Major Mashkov lying on the ground, and Commissar Valentin with a murderous look on his face. They didn't know what to do.

"Comrade Mashkov tried to leave without authorization and was killed by me. Who wants to be next?" Valentinsha's decisive look made everyone take a step back subconsciously.

"No one wants to escape? Very good, then you guys go back to your posts and guard them for me." Valentin walked out angrily, and the guards consciously moved out of the way. Before walking out, Valentin Jing said to one of them, "By the way, clean up the body in the house. I don't want to see this person."

"Yes." Faced with Valentin's intimidating eyes, the guard almost spent a lot of effort to say this word.

Just when Valentin was about to arrive at the gate of the base, a soldier suddenly rushed in and said breathlessly, "Commissar Valentin, it's bad. Those Chechens organized another wave of more violent attacks."

Just after saying this, a huge explosion sounded from outside the window. The whole base was shaken by the huge explosion. The glass outside the window was shattered in half, and the fragments fell on the soldiers leaning against the wall.

"Calm down, go back to your position, young man." Valentin patted the young man's somewhat dazed face and gave him an order, then took a Kalashnikov rifle from the soldier next to him and said to the soldier behind him who was about to rush out of the underground base bunker, "Follow me, soldiers. Be sure to defend the base tonight. The reinforcements will return to Dar tomorrow, and the final victory will definitely belong to us!"

After the earth-shaking explosion, the position fell silent again.

Without any artillery and air support, this army relied on the iron will to stop the Chechen militants who rushed up. Everyone stayed in the trenches, ready with magazines, bullets loaded, and bayonets needed for hand-to-hand combat. They stared at the barbed wire in front of them, looking at the fields outside the birch forest that were gradually becoming densely packed.

It was still before dawn, and the midnight silence here was eerie.

All the people were wearing white camouflage uniforms and fell in the snow. They held their breath, waiting for the Chechen militants to come into the range of the bullets. They forgot what fear was, and only had firm beliefs, the heroic spirit of never retreating, and the determination to fight to the death with this land.

"The Soviets will never give up!"

The encouragement of the political commissar lingered in the ears of every soldier, and it lasted for a long time.

"Kill them!"

The soldiers who were ambushing in the birch forest suddenly stood up and shouted. In the brief panic of the militants, they pulled the trigger at the invading enemy. The Kalashnikov rifle continuously sprayed flames, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the militants.

"Ura!"

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